I"M BAAAACCCKKK. This time, Motorcity style. I've been really kind of obsessed with that show lately, I'm not even gonna lie. And after stalking tumblr, i realized there's just not enough Muck fics and I decided to change that.

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Disclaimer: I do not own motorcity

One slip.

All it took was one slip of the hand…one little inch of space between Mike's hand and the steering wheel that caused him to lose control of his car. He could say it was the adrenaline that distracted him, or her could say that it was speed that created a force so strong it pulled him away from the wheel.
But he knew what happened, as well as Chuck, who luckily wasn't riding shotgun on this nearly fatal event.

"Mike!" Chuck's square, frightened looking icon popped up on the dashboard of Mutt as The brunet driving it swerved around one of Motorcity's largest highways. "Mike! Listen to me man! You gotta get out of there! Those Kanebots are armed and dangerous! They could kill you! Get out of there!"

Mike glanced back out of his window and back at the Kanebots, who were obviously upgraded in weaponry. The vigilante however, ceased to even break a sweat as his eyes roamed down to the glowing metallic object sitting in his passenger seat. "Relax, Chuckles. I got this."

He had to shake the Kanebots on his tail despite his confidence. What was so important about the small cube sitting in the seat next to him, he had no idea. He simply knew that it was one of Kane Co's latest designs, and that definitely couldn't mean anything good.

"Mike? Are you even listening to me? Get out of there!" Chuck nearly shouted through his icon.

"You don't think I'm trying? Those things are determined to get this thing back." The brunet quickly swerved out of the way of a blast that flew from one of the bots trailing him.

There was a slight pause before he heard Chuck's voice again. "Dude, ditch the generator!"
Mike's face sank slightly. "Are you serious? I'm not gonna ditch it! I nearly risked my life trying to get this thing and you think I'm gonna toss it away?"

Chuck sighed. "Mike I'm dead serious! You've got no back up! We'll try and get it again when we go with you!"
Mike rolled his eyes and simply punched the gas, trying desperately to shake the bots before they blasted at Mutt again. "No man, I've got this, relax." The brunet turned his head slightly to glance behind him. "See dude, they're gone. If you'd just calm down sometimes I'd-"

"MIKE LOOK OUT!"

Chuck screeched from the icon. Mike whipped his head back toward the road and saw unusually large and well armed Kanebot fly directly into the path of Mutt. The teen quickly attempted to swerve around the hovering machine, but he failed to maintain a steady grip on the wheel and managed to swerve out of its path, but not around it. It was from then on that everything went on in flashes.

It was nearly a second before he heard the loud crash of Mutt's metal ramming into sound barrier along with the sound of one of his bones snapping. Mike let out a loud cry of agony before he was thrown from the driver's seat of Mutt and through the plate glass windshield out on the concrete, his head colliding with it on impact.

"Mike? MIKE! Mike answer me goddamit! Mike?" Chuck's crackled voice emulating from the wreckage of Mutt rang through Mike's ears as a rough cough heaved a large amount of blood from his lungs and out onto the cold gray concrete. "MIKE! MIKE COME IN, ARE YOU OKAY?"

It was at those last words that The brunet's eyelids became heavy; the dark purple sky above him slowly faded to black as his eyes closed, slowly pulling him away from consciousness.

Now, they were. Four Burners without a leader and a Organic Food store owner sitting anxiously in the waiting room of one of Motorcity's only hospitals waiting for news of their friend. The room itself was cold. Not in temperature, but in life. Everyone was terrified for Mike, and no one wanted to say a single word. They thought that it was better to just remain silent in order not to upset anyone.

Everyone felt some amount of guilt for what had happened to him. They all felt that somehow, someway, they could have stopped Mike from being Mike. But, by far, Chuck was the worst out of all of them. He sat in the last blue fabric covered seat that lined the walls of the waiting room and bit nervously on his fingernails, a habit that he'd though he'd broken. Right now, if someone were to walk in and see him in his current state, he'd be unrecognizable. His hair was pushed back out of his eyes and over his forehead from him running his fingers through it so much, his dark green eyes were red from silent tears, and his face was flushed with a sickly pinkish red hue. Overall, he just looked sick.

Chuck couldn't push away the feeling of anger towards Mike that was creeping up out of the back of his mind. Why couldn't he have just listened to what he was saying? What was he trying to prove? He realized that until he knew what state Mike was in, he'd just be an emotional mess cringing every time a nurse even walked out of the ER doors.

"Excuse me?" Five eyes shot up from looking aimlessly around the room and over towards a petite woman in a long white jacket and black slacks. She sighed heavily and looked down at her clipboard. "I'm Dr. Harrison. Are you all friends of Michael Chilton?"

The five looked at each other hesitantly and slowly nodded at her question. The woman glanced at her clipboard yet again and looked back at them. "I'm glad to inform you that Michael is alright."

A huge sigh of relief waved through the row of now anxiety-less people sitting in front of the doctor. "However," She started back, this time looking each of them sternly in the eye. "He did suffer a great deal of injury from that crash. Right now he's lucky to be alive."

With that, everyone drew back slightly. A few seconds passed before Jacob spoke up. "How bad are his injuries?"

Dr. Harrison looked back at her clipboard. "Well...where do i start? He's got two broken ribs and a broken leg, he bruised spine, some internal bleeding, and his skull is fractured in two areas. He's got a lot of bruising on his upper back and the surgeons just got finished stitching up the wound on his hip."

The five sat back, trying not imagine how much pain that must have been to feel. Chuck simply swallowed hard before the doctor continued.

"Your friend also suffered from a Grade three concussion and suffered some serious brain trauma...and I'm sorry to inform you that he's fallen into a comatose state."

"He's in a coma?" Jacob angrily exclaimed from his seat. "A minute ago you said he was fine!"

"He is fine, I assure you. The doctors and I are almost entirely sure that he will wake up within the next few days." Dr. Harrison replied.

Chuck's ear caught wind of one word she'd sneaked into her sentence. "Almost?" He asked, fear in his eyes.

At that questioned word, Dr. Harrison looked away, obviously not wanting to touch much more on the negative. "There is...there is twenty-five percent chance that the trauma in his brain might not begin the healing process and he could possibly have an aneurysm."

"And...?" Dutch asked, finally speaking up after not knowing quite what to say.

"Given his injuries... it would more than likely end in fatality."

It was that word that made all of them go silent. None of them knew quite what to say.

Julie, who had been holding tightly to Texas and Dutch for support, slowly let go of the boys and stood. "Can we see him?"

The doctor nodded and gestured for them to follow. Slowly, each of them rose from their seats and started after her, everyone except for Chuck, who clung to his seat nervously.

Julie let each of them pass her and quickly walked back to Chuck , standing next to him. "Aren't you coming?"

The blond looked up at the girl nervousness and anxiety all over his face. "I-I can't." He said shakily. "Mike-he-I-I can't stand to seem my best friend hooked up to like a thousand wires and see him and so much pain. I would but i just can't. I'm sorry."

Julie gradually sat down next to the blond and turned his face so he could look at her. "Listen Chuck, we all feel that way. None of us wanna see Mike like that. But we have to face it, either way. Mike would want us to."

Chuck looked solemnly into Julie's eyes and bit down on his lip. "I...I can't. Just not right now."

With that, Julie gave Chuck a weak smile and hugged him tightly. "I understand." She stood and started back towards the direction that the others had gone in. "If you need us, you know where we are."

And in an instant, Chuck was alone. Sitting by himself in a nearly empty waiting room, praying quietly to himself that Mike would wake up.

Well...anyone? Eh? Eh? Tell me what you think. You might not like coma Mike, but I promise it gets more interesting.

Muckles to come. :)